Goose Hunters

Over the weekend I again got to meet some hero's.  There was a goose hunt for twelve wounded warriors, all one hundred percent disabled,  from around the United States.  They had a meet and greet at the VFW on Friday night, and we decided to go.  I'm so glad we did.

I feel like a broken record when I say I'm inspired when I'm around these great men and women, but it may be the only way I can describe it, they are incredible.  I met Mike first, he was burned over 40% of his body, much on his hands, arms and head, he now works as a peer mentor.  He is making a bad situation into something good, much like Dave and I are trying to do.  He had such a zest for life, both Dave and I were drawn to him. 

Zach was a little more difficult to crack, I had to peak under the bill of his hat to see his eyes.  He looked to be 16, and looked uncomfortable being there.  With his jacket on, I didn't see any apparent injuries, but he is still in DC getting ready for yet another surgery.  He was in his vehicle when a rocket came through the door, passed through his arm and continued out the drivers side door, then exploded.  He was quick to show me his arm when I asked, I think he sensed I wouldn't judge or get upset.

Later, during a short presentation and welcome, we were introduced as a Gold Star Family.  It felt a little awkward to receive such recognition in such a group of hero's, it was their day.  It has finally dawned on me that Dave and I represent the face of the parent of their buddies who didn't come back.  They may not have been able to meet those parents, but can shake our hands and tell us how sorry they are.  Many have survivors guilt, and having us there greeting them, showing our gratitude hopefully makes them feel we are not placing blame anywhere, we are not wondering why Curtis and not them? 

We may have come on a different path to this point, and may walk a different one when we part, but the roads we are on intersect at many places.  We can understand war in a way that many others cannot.  That is what makes our differing stories so similar.